Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up

His tongue began a dance. It would slide down the inner thigh, then bounce back into her pussy, then down to her knee hollow and back and down to her lower leg and back and down to her ankles and feet and toes. A long series of licks quickly brought his mouth all the way up her legs and inside her hot swollen needy pussy and stayed.

Swimming in his and her secretions, tasting the heady concoction, his tongue slid inside her pussy. As it plunged in and out, his hand took hold of her ass cheeks, pushing her loins hard against his face. Fingers of his clutching hands touched along the space between her cunny and asshole. He rimmed the edges of the small back hole. Her sighs quickened and deepened. He knew she was approaching orgasm. Two and then three of his fingers took over for his tongue which went after her most tender spot, her clit, pressing it and circling it until his lips surrounded it and he sucked. By this time she was bucking her pubic bone against his face, causing her little bitty clit to fuck his tightly closed lips. His other hand, still holding her ass cheek, let the middle finger slide inside her asshole, getting deeper and deeper with each of her bucking movements.

He wanted inside all her holes at once. Rising up on his knees, his middle finger still in her back door, the hand that had been fucking her cunny took hold of the growing massiveness of his club and guided it through those slick lips. He lay his body across hers. His mouth took hers. His tongue slipped in and out while his club slipped in and out of its sheath and his fingers, now two, slid in and out of the back door entrance. Her legs wrapped around his lower back pulling his club deeper inside her. He was quickly building his fucking speed until he gave himself over to a frenzy of motion. She was at full pant, when suddenly she stopped breathing, held her motion frozen.

Once he sensed she was cumming he pushed as deep as possible inside all her entrances, shaking from the effort, and remained frozen at those depths. The exhilaration of feeling her pleasure responses in three places, the pussy, the asshole and the mouth, along with an intense pleasure/pain from the exertion of remaining as deep as he was, was thrilling him all the way to his toes. Her cunny and asshole were throbbing luxurious motions against his cock and fingers as her voice hummed a moan. Her cum saturated the base of his cock and his balls.

Her orgasm descended from its extreme peak, and she became completely relaxed to the point of unconsciousness. She lay back beautifully soft, radiant, a blush across her cheeks and her chest.

The last aftershocks of her eruption rippled against Jim's mighty club still fully engorged and fully embedded inside its sheath. He lightly kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and gently touched his lips to hers. She regained consciousness. Abruptly she pressed up hard against his lips with her lips, sending the explorer tongue inside his mouth. Her lithe long arms encircled his back and pulled him against her. His hands took hold of each of her hips, pulling her open for his club's slow pumping inside her impossibly hot wet cunny.

"You haven't cum yet?" asked Jane when their lips separated.

"It's okay. It feels good," said Jim.

"Yes." Her hands slid down his back. She held his ass, feeling his muscles loosen and tighten under her fingers. She slid a finger inside his rectum and slid it along the area behind his balls. The rest of her fingers played with the sack. She felt it tighten up. Her fingers were hitting the spot to drive him hard inside her cunny. Still keeping his slow fucking, but with greater intensity, she felt his balls swell and vibrate announcing their readying for the cum. She felt them filling with the orgasmic liquid. Five fast hard thrusts inside ended with his hands pulling her loins hard against his, sending his club and the liquid firing from its head deep into the back walls of her pussy, the cum splattering against her cervix.

Passing over the edge and plummeting into her third orgasm occurred simultaneously with the sound of a key slipping into the door. Her nerves shot a shock of fear through her system. She had to silence his deep resonant moan.

"What's that?" she said, moving sharply and unexpectedly, driving him from his pleasure.

"You're roommate?" he said.

"She won't be here until tomorrow night. Shit." She sounded afraid. He'd never known such fear from her. Something was definitely not right.

What wasn't right finally got the door opened and appeared inside. Frank. Drunk as usual. Standing in the doorway. Furious.

"Fuck," Frank said without irony.

"Frank! Get out of here!" yelled Jane.

Jim popped his cock, still in the last throes of spurting , out of her pussy. He pulled a sheet over his hardness. His modesty prevented him from noticing Frank's approach. He soon felt Frank shoving him off the bed, his knees landing painfully on the cold wood floor.

Frank said with a low, dark menace, "Cunt," and slapped her hard. Jim woke up to the moment. In an instant Frank was face first on the floor, his arm pulled painfully behind him and his neck encircled by Jim's big strong arm. The only thing about Jim that was passive was his slowly dwindling club resting on Frank's back. Everything else was going full bore.

"You ever touch her again and I'll squeeze the breath right out of you. You come anywhere near the entrance to this building and I'll finish this. You hear me? You hear me fucker?" Jim whispered into Frank's ear slowly so Frank could catch every word. Jim squeezed tighter around Frank's throat. When he loosened his hold and Frank was silent, Jim continued the threatening whisper, "You hear me motherfucker?"

"I hear you," Frank said in a rough throated moan. Jim loosened his hold.

"You come anywhere near her..."

"I heard you."

"Then say it." Silence. Jim tightened the hold.

This was no silly game of uncle. Frank felt pure anger attacking him, his own anger a weak shadow beneath the crazy naked kid's . "Okay," Frank croaked out without the effect he so wanted. Jim still held him painfully tight. "Okay."

"Apologize. Apologize to Jane."

"I'm sorry..."

"Jane."

"Huh?"

"Say I'm sorry Jane!"

"I'm sorry Jane."

"And..." Jim said, loosening and tightening his arm.

"And I'll stay away from you from now on," Frank said, and Jim eased off a little more, then tightened.

"And..."

"And I won't even come near the front door..."

"Of the apartment building."

"The front door of the apartment building."

"What about it?"

"I won't come near the front door of your apartment building."

"Promise."

"I promise."

"To who."

"To Jane."

"What?"

The exasperation of the moment was getting to Frank. He wanted to fuck over this asshole whoever the fuck he was, but knew he never could. The asshole was forcing him into the corner with only one way out and no way back. This guy was sealing him from Jane's life. He wanted this moment to end and to never happen again. She was now and always to be his ex-girlfriend. "I promise Jane that I will never come near you again, that I won't even get near the front door of your apartment building."

Jane sat naked watching. Silent tears streamed down her face. Jim looked at Jane. She nodded. He let Frank loose, backing away to give Frank room to get to his feet and go. Frank took two long strides to the door. He pulled the door closed with a bang behind him.

"Thanks," said Jane.

He stared at her. "Are you alright?" he said.

"Uh huh," she said within her tears. "I never knew you could be so fierce."

"I'm sorry."

"No. Why be sorry? Thanks," she said. "Come lie with me my hero"

He did. He lay along his side, his hand holding his head as he looked down on her lying on her back. Superman. Was she his Lois Lane? No. His Lois Lane was far away, at their home town. She wasn't pining for him. She had sent him to New York. She had sent him to save her daughter. Lois Lane was Jane's mother.

Jim wanted to tell Jane. He knew it would be cruel if he did. He knew he couldn't do what he needed to do for her if he did. It would upset her completely. She would hate him. He was silent. He loved Jane. But Jane's mother was the love of his life. He could tell her some of the truth.

Breaking the silence, Jim said, "It wasn't a coincidence I was in the audience tonight. I knew about your show. Your mother told me."

"You and my mother," she said elliptically, shaking her head. His relationship to her mother, the relationship between the two people she loved most, had always been a mystery. It was a resonant relationship. It changed everyone. Jim was more mature and more self assured because of her mother. Her mother was more aware, more empathetic of Jane and Jane's age specific view of the world. And Jane, since the friendship was continuing, was more confused and more fearful, almost paranoid about their relationship. Both her mother and Jim had told her they didn't talk about her most of the time. But, number one they still did talk about her, and number two what else would they talk about. She loved them both and trusted them, but...

"It goes farther," Jim continued, not going too far into it. "Where do I begin?"

"Oh, a promising start." She looked into her hero's eyes. He could see her concern. It wasn't a loving look. It was searching, analytical. Traditionally, bringing up her mother early in his story always led to difficult moments, uncomfortable. Those moments always ended up deepening their relationship.

"It is a long story," he said. "You remember Dr. Anderson..."

How could she forget Dr. Anderson? Her gynecologist had performed a miracle on her. Along with those incredible massages, Dr. Anderson had brought her a self confidence she had never known before. She had been given the gift of a positive self image which had resulted in a physical manifestation. She looked as good as she felt.

"Well," Jim continued, "Kristin, that is, Dr. Anderson, taught me her massage technique so I could work on you."

"Uh huh. Kristen," Jane said carefully.

"Yeah well we're good friends. Anyway..."